How does it feel to have everything?

August 21, 2014 at 5:56pm
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I’m glad, at least, that I said this.

"Some people are good natured, others are bad. I am… less predictable. It is why I enjoy your company, when I am in it, I feel like I am being the better part of myself. There are others who make me feel this way, but they are few and far between."

"Is that because I am worse than you?"

"Hah, not at all. If anything, it’s because I look up to you and don’t want to let you down, don’t want you to be disappointed in me or feel as if I am beneath you."

"That makes me consider that I’m haughty."

"I don’t think that’s the case. I just consider you to be a basically kind, decent, warm individual… and by behaving badly, by being mean or selfish or cruel, it actively hurts you, you are repelled by such behaviour and I would not wish to hurt someone I cared about."

"That’s a truly lovely thing to say."

10:36am
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Interpol - NYC

August 20, 2014 at 4:00pm
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This chart seems to work for every relationship I’ve ever been in.

This chart seems to work for every relationship I’ve ever been in.

August 18, 2014 at 10:08am
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Low - Words

August 15, 2014 at 10:30am
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Nancy and Lee - Some Velvet Morning

August 11, 2014 at 11:57pm
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Xiu Xiu - Sad pony guerilla girl

August 7, 2014 at 5:34pm
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Reblogged from larmoyante

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life… You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.

— Neil Gaiman, The Sandman (via larmoyante)

(Source: larmoyante, via scientiststhesis)

August 1, 2014 at 4:33pm
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Jeff Buckley - Last Goodbye

July 28, 2014 at 7:56am
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Bloc Party - So here we are

July 27, 2014 at 6:42pm
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Tread softly.

Tread softly.